The lights by the water are gradually moving, and a hooked moon with three stars is outside the sky.
The red candle and the autumn light are cold on the painting screen, and the small fan is light enough to catch the fireflies. The night is as cool as water on the heavenly steps, and I sit and watch the Altair and the Weaving Maiden. --Du Mu, "Autumn Evening"
Yesterday's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the Painted House and the east side of the Gui Hall. --Li Shangyin, "Untitled"
The stars are scarce, the bells and drums are at rest, and outside the curtains the dawn warbler has left the moon. --Wen Tingyun's "More Leakage"
The sword at my waist is decorated with seven stars, and the bow on my arm is carved for a hundred battles. When I saw the story of capturing the crafty captives in the clouds, I realized that there was a general in the sky. I will seal my sword with a star, and I will take Loulan in one night. --Wang Changling's "Seven Songs of Marching from the Army"
A belt is not knotted in the heart, and the two strands of the body are in a bun. I am ashamed of the people of Bai Mao, the moon has not taught the stars to take their place. --Li Shangyin's "Songs and Ballads - Lady Li's Song"
The shadow of the candle on the mica screen is deep, and the stars of the Yangtze River are gradually falling. I am sorry for stealing the elixir, but I am not afraid of the blue sea and the blue sky. --Li Shangyin's "Chang'e"
The distant Altair star is nowhere to be seen in the sun of the river. The star of the distant Altair is in the sun of the river, but it is not there. I have not yet crossed the shallow water, but I am looking at each other from afar. --Meng Jiao, "Ancient Ideas"
The night is late, the bells and drums are long, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn. --Li Qingzhao, "Song of the Southern Songs"
The tide falls in the slanting moonlight of the river at night, and the two or three starry fires are in Guazhou. The star of the house is a star. It knocks the bones of the horse forward, but it carries the sound of copper. --Li He, "Twenty-three Poems on Horses"
The stars and the fishing fires are in disarray, and I know that I am moored on the Maple Bridge. --Li Shangyin, "Chang'e"
Last night's stars, last night's wind, the west side of the Painted House, the east side of the Gui Hall. I have no colorful phoenix and wings, but my heart is in the right place. The night of the blushing moon, the song moved the cold river. --Li Bai, "Seventeen Songs of Autumn Pool"
The sky is covered with clouds and mist, and the starry river wants to turn to a thousand sails. --Li Qingzhao, "The Ao of the Fisherman's House"
The shadow of the candle on the mica screen is deep, and the stars of the long river are gradually falling. I should have regretted stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky are in my heart at night. --Li Shangyin's "Chang'e"
The sun and moon travel as if out of them. The stars and the Han Dynasty are as brilliant as the stars in them. --Cao Cao, "Viewing the Sea"
The night is as cool as water in the sky, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega stars. --Du Mu, "Tanabata"
The slender clouds play with coquettishness, the flying stars transmit hatred, and the silver man has a long way to go. --Qin Guan, "The Magpie Bridge Immortal"
The east wind releases a thousand flowers at night, and even more, the stars fall like rain. I'm not going to be able to do that. --Jiang Jie, "The Beauty of Yu - Listening to the Rain"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. The first fifty years of the spring breeze, I dare to say that I know my life and know what is right. --Du Mu, "Slogan for the Return on the New Year's Day"
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and I can pick the stars with my hand.
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Poetry describing the moon:
The moonlight in front of the hall is more and more clear and good, and the coldest cicada in the throat is singing in the dewy grass. --Su Shi, "Seeing the Moon in Mid-Autumn and Ziyou"
If you get a long and round night like this, you may not be able to see the human condition. --Xin Qiji, "Full River Red - Mid-Autumn Moon"
The poor girl's shadow on the night of the moon, she is facing the wine goblet of the five wives. --Meng Haoran, "Wistfulness under the Moon in the Autumn Night"
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, lowering the beautiful door, illuminating the sleeplessness. --Su Shi, "The Song of Water" (水调歌头-丙辰中秋)
海生明月，天涯***此时。 --Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Enchanting the Distant"
The full moon flies in a bright mirror, and the returning heart breaks the big sword. --Su Shi, "Moon on the Western River"
The northwestern part of the country is looking to the countryside, and the southeastern part of the country is seeing the full moon several times. --Bai Juyi, "Looking at the Moon at Pen Pavilion on the Fifteenth Day and Night of the August Moon"
The cinnamon blossom floats on the jade, and the first month of the year fills the streets of the sky, and the night is as cool as a wash. --Wen Zhengming, "Nian Nu Jiao - Mid-Autumn Moon Festival"
The jade balls are in the moon wheel, and the dew is new in front of the temple. --Pi Rixiu, "The Night of August 15 at the Temple of Tianzhu"
Tonight the moon is bright and the people are all looking forward to it, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on! --Wang Jian, "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I have never seen it at dawn. --Yan Shu, "The Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
The stars of China are to be worshipped, and the moon is to be seen in a floating raft. --Anonymous "Returning to Dong Tizhu's Mid-Autumn Banquet Invitation"
Deeper and deeper in the moon, half of the family, the appendices of the Big Dipper and the Big Dipper are slanted. --Liu Fangping, "The Moonlit Night"
The wind that blows through the remnants of smoke into the night. The moon is on the curtain bar. --- Liu Yong, "Partridge Sky - Blowing Through the Remnants of Smoke into the Night Wind"
The painted drums are noisy, the lanterns are full of lights, and the bright moon shines in the city of Yan. --Liu Yong, "Long Xiang Si"
The moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moon is bright. The moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moon is bright. --Liu Yong, "Looking at the Han Moon"
The moon is full at the beginning of the month, and at noon it is full at the end of the day. --Lu Guimeng, "Waiting for the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
The twilight clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is turning the jade disk without a sound. --Su Shi, "The Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown. --Li Shangyin "Frost Moon"
Beautiful sentences describing the stars and the moon:
The deep blue sky was so charming, and there were little stars twinkling in the air, more and more of them, as if they were dancing on the blue carpet, or winking their eyes to talk to me. Talking.
Every night, you can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, curved, like a woman's thin eyebrows. Today, the moon is still only an approximation of the semicircle, from the full moon should still have some time, right. I stood by the window, looked up at the window of the half moon, feel relaxed and happy, produce endless reverie.
At night, I excitedly ran to the compound. Tilted my head high and looked at the stars in the sky, in this moment, I seemed to think that the sky is high, although the stars are so far away from us, but still shine and show off their beauty. So, I like the night sky more, they are bright and dark, how lovely!
A good shooting star draws silver bright lines in the night sky, like exploring the best future in the world.
The sky is full of stars, like a grain of pearl, like a handful of broken gold, scattered on the jasper disk. At this moment is so quiet, peaceful, leaves in the rustle, the stars in the non-stop blinking eyes.
The stars are like fireflies, because the stars emit light like fireflies, but also like jewels, sparkling, but also like a pair of lovely bright little eyes, a blinking, but also like a street lamp in the sky to give people the way to lighting. The stars twinkle in the sky like little pearls. From a distance, a star glows yellow, like a piece of jade.
A sky full of stars, like countless blinking eyes in the dark night, like a light shining bright pearl of the night. And the sky is like a boundless ocean, the sea glittering with dots of silver light.
Early in the morning, the blizzard stopped, but it was still a long time before dawn. A few lingering stars peeked open to peer into the snowy, silvery world.
The moon is ever-changing. Sometimes it is a small boat, the moon sister sitting on it, counting the stars in the sky; sometimes the moon is a large disk, ignorant children thought it was lost!
I observed this starry sky, wondering why this starry night will be so beautiful, the original, it is because of the millions of high hanging stars, only composed of a strange night scene.
I really hope to see the night sky every day, so that the stars and the moon accompanied me, the stars ah! When I grow up, when an astronaut in a spaceship, I will come to the sky to visit you, I hope you will always be my good friends.
At night, idle, really bored, so a person strolled behind the school in the woods, alone to enjoy the beauty of that night. Looking up at the silent night sky, the lovely moon from behind the treetops slowly climbed up into the mid-air, bright and round, like a jade plate. The gentle moonlight poured down like running water, as if gliding over a pleasant piano.
I'm still in love with the canvas-like sky in that small county, no flashy colors, but the loveliest stars, the purest moon, and the person who accompanies me to look at the stars at night.
The crescent moon is like a comb hanging in mid-air. People say that the moon is a most kind and best sad and most easily moved girl, who has what misfortune and sorrow, she always compassionately watched him, and sometimes shed tears. I think she can't bear to look at the unfortunate people at this time, right? That is why she hid half of her face; but her hazy pale light still sympathetically came in between the window panes. The darkness of the house, too, turned grayish-white.
The moon passed through the clouds and shed its transparent light on the square, which was like a pavement of silver. In the puddles where there was standing water, the shadow of the flickering moon was reflected again, as if the sky and the earth, at the same time, had countless moons, reflecting the countryside of this May night on Mount Kyu as if it were in a crystalline body, and turning it into a transparent, strange, fairy-tale world.
The moon, it radiates cold, but I enjoy the environment at this moment, I believe that in the eyes of the world, it radiates cold, but in the heart of the moon, it radiates warmth!
The moonlight is like a melody of the heartstrings, is the poet's heart eternal song. Moonlight is like a pot of sweet and refreshing wine, the longer the brewing time, the more overflowing intoxicating fragrance. Moonlight is like a confidant, listening to your heart, give you the most sincere advice.
The sky is cloudy, the night will be the sky low, give birth to a deep and strong illusion, a full moon is like a cover on the night of the white veil, halo piece.
Walking alone in the alley, snow-white street lamps sprinkled with eye-catching light, gray and pale high in the sky hangs the moon, the light is bright, the moonlight is faint.
The twinkling stars in the sky are all "naughty ghosts", a moment of chasing and playing, a moment of blindfolded hide-and-seek. The moon sister also told the little stars the story of Chang'e's journey to the moon, and they are listening with their ears open, blinking a pair of small eyes, how serious ah!
The moon is like a magician, every day in the evening it will use the magic of magic to change themselves. Sometimes the moon looks like Chang'e's sister's eyebrows, thin and curved. Slowly it turns into a silver boat, carrying Chang'e sister in the Milky Way to play games with the stars. After a few more days, the moon turned into a warm cradle again.
The sky was dark blue and covered with a net of stars. This net came down tightly over our heads. The stars shook on the mesh as if they were about to fall. I tried to reach out and pick a few stars a few times because they were so close to me.
The moon was even more cozy. She accompanies people on walks, accompanies travelers who are tired of traveling, and soothes their loved ones who are far away from home. As Li Bai wrote in his poem, "the light of the moon before the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown."
The moon is full of humanistic care, he does not dislike anyone, when you are happy, sad, and overwhelmed, she is your good friend, and you talk about it.
The bright night light hides a hint of sad thoughts, visible tonight, the moonlight is not so bright, no wonder there is a dull light into my room.
After a period of time, it is probably tired of playing, from behind the clouds shyly hidden: thin like a willow leaf like crescent moon in the clouds moving slowly, occasionally from the cloud gap cast a few strands of silver-white moonlight.
From a distance, the buildings and villages were shrouded, when my father came up with a glass of wine, the moon appeared in a glass of water, intoxicated, my mother called me, I had to say goodbye to the moon, and in the yard with my family to eat mooncakes, continue to enjoy the moon.
The moon spills its light, cold and proud of the earth. It is as if a child who has lost his mother's love is coldly looking at everything on earth.
Sometimes, when I am in a bad mood, I lie on the windowsill and look at the stars. Looking at the glittering stars, I was so happy that I threw all the troubles out of the sky.
The night of winter, a few *** stars poorly frozen, shivering almost hear their teeth cold to fight with the sound.
The moonlight is a wonderful angel sent by God. She traveled like a wisp, exhaled like orchids; she resigned from the sky and fell, dancing lightly. Those legends about Chang'e still make people in the world think about it.
The moon is still mutilated hanging in the night sky in Pudong, the color has gradually pale. The moonlight shines brightly on the water, and the dim water of Huangpu River is like turning green in the night.
When night falls, I carefully look up at the sky, look at the sky that the curved moon hanging in the sky motionless, emitting a silver-white light, the blue sky looks particularly beautiful, the sky full of stars flashing brightly, as if in a race with the moon and who's bright.
The moon was so beautiful that night, was it a full moon again. I don't like the neon lights on the street, I don't like the mediocre noises, I just like the not-so-soft moonlight. Sprinkled among the trees, sprinkled on the roof of the Chinese roof, gilded the earth, and covered the hibiscus with a light veil. I know you love him, and the toad light does not fall on my heart.
A thin, gauzy cloud drifted over and slowly covered the moon, but behind the cloud, the moon's beautiful silhouette and misty moonlight is still very attractive, as if it were a woman with a lute and half a face. The moon must have realized that I was looking at her and was a bit shy, so she covered her face with a veil. This is a fairy tale night, really fairy tale moon!
Want to fish the bottom of the sea needle tip is a nerd, want the stars in the sky is crazy. I don't want to be able to get the white hurt, do not do things for nothing. The only thing you can get out of it is the self-torture and ridicule of others.
The stars in the sky are like guards, guarding the vastness of the night sky, in order to the peace of the night, tirelessly stand guard and sentry.
A cloud drifted in the sky and hid the face of the moon again, and she immediately radiated her clear light from the edge of the cloud, which was like a soft cotton pillow, and finally flowed away lightly.
The quiet sky inlaid with countless diamond stars, the countryside of the night scene more beautiful and charming. I was accompanied by the melodious sound of cicadas, pillowed by the soft moonlight, quietly fell asleep.
I love the moon, love the moon's bright bright. When it sprinkles the earth with silvery white light, the noisy city is quiet, and people all enter the sweet dreamland early. When the moon just rises, it is like a dehydrated jade wheel and ice plate, not stained with dust. When you sit alone on a chair by the roadside, quietly watching the moon, you will feel the moon it that soft and bright.
I originally did not love the stars, with the moon as my emotional support, for the stars I am even more disdainful.
Counting stars at night, the blue black night sky like a dark blue canvas board, sparkling stars, like the canvas board on the small eyes, blinking, no matter that one, are very compelling.
The moon at night is very good, it hangs in the air, although it is still just a crescent moon, away from the Mission Luan is still far away, but it is the same as the soft and clear light sprinkled all over the earth.
The moon at night is so bright, so clear, so flawless, the sky is so beautiful!
The stars are more numerous than ever, big and bright, they neither blink nor twinkle, they are serene and peaceful.
At night, the full moon rises, and a serenity pours over the earth with the silvery mist of moonlight.
I found the stars in the vast sky, such as Vega and the Big Dipper, which appear so small against the backdrop of the universe. The glittering stars in the sky, like a naughty and cute child, rushed to me mischievously blinking their eyes. The moon, illuminated by the stars, looks bigger, rounder and brighter.
There were many small stars hanging in the ink-blue sky, and they were bright as if they had just taken a bath from the Milky Way.
Inadvertently saw the starry sky. The stars in the sky are beautiful: some are flickering: some are in groups of three or five playing games; some are whispering together in twos and threes; some are like sparkling diamonds; some are lonely ...... I always count them curiously over and over again. The stars winked as if they were laughing at my stupidity.
Whenever the night falls, the deep blue deep blue curtain is full of a sparkling "jewels", like a pair of intelligent eyes, constantly flashing, that is, the moon mother's countless children - full of stars.
The moon rose higher and higher, has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down on the earth and waved her light. The moon was in the sky, I squinted my eyes, and did see a blurred scene in the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Was it a mountain? Was it water? The sky? The clouds? Or is it my shadow?
Tonight's year-old moon, round hanging in the sky, like the lunar calendar August 15 Mid-Autumn Festival night moon. A few gray-white clouds around her, like fairies dancing, glued the moon to the earth covered with silver-gray clothes, no matter how brilliant the sun, but also not as clear as the moon.